Mark recently asked me if I’d ever want to go back to school. Thoughts of papers, lectures, supremo expensive art supplies and 4 hour classes immediately flooded my mind. No way, Jose! It would be rather fun to take a 6 week single class on something, but get another degree? I don’t think so. I’m too happy being a home maker and I already have a BFA in ComDes, thank you very much. Just the thought of it all brings these words to mind (I’ve always loved this poem):

Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you
away in the sink.
If only a bomb
would explode you to bits.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You’re giving me fits.
I’d rather take baths
with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion
alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver,
pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the homework
my teacher assigns.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You’re last on my list.
I simply can’t see
why you even exist.
If you just disappeared
it would tickle me pink.
Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!

(Written by: Jack Prelutsky)

I am now going to return to my wife and mother duties and rejoice in the fact that I’m done with school, hooray! Haha.